All language subtitles for Robin.Hood.S01E04.en

Previously on "Robin Hood."

Hear now,
the good Sheriff

has placed a reward
of 200 ducats

for the murderer
Robert of Locksley.

Then he won't be
at the Western Ridge no more.

It was your wish
to have Locksley arrested.

You are the father
of all this.

I'll join the hunt,
I'll kill the boy,

and I'll take your half.

You chose
to defile yourself

before marriage
with Lefors.

That child is
an affront to my name.

-Who are you?
- I'm Rob, of Sherwood.

- And the three of you are?
- The Miller brothers.

I'm Ralph,
that's Drew, he's Henry.

Marian of Huntingdon,
I'm Celene De Fitzou,

Dame d'Honneur to Her Majesty.

You're on duty
from sunrise to sunset,

that means ready before dawn,
and you start with bed duties.

- You're a girl.
- Maybe tomorrow

- you can teach me.
- You ready?

Hey!

- Aah!
- Who are you?

- You're hiding from something.
- The Sheriff's after me.

Alive!
I want a public execution!

- Sheriff.
- Huntingdon.

If they're going west,
they're headed

for the River Trent,
believing Sherwood will

- offer them safety.
- We'd like to join the hunt

to ensure they don't.

So, which one of you is
Locksley, then?

Down, you, down!

Come on...

Pain? Just remember
that no man has

ever earned a name
worth having without it.

Run, John! Run!

My boy.

Locksley!

It's strange,
the things I remember

from that night
in the forest with you.

The way you made me feel.

Like I was floating.

If God would grand me
eternity in that place,

it's all I'd ever need.

That moment with you,

I can never forget.

What was the name
of that tree?

Is it too much to hope

that a night like that
can happen again?

I think of you, Rob.

Every day.

It's been weeks now.

I have to imagine
you're doing much better.

Preparing for a life
as a forester, no doubt.

At the palace,
at least I have found

one small sanctuary.

A place
in the Queen's gardens.

When I gaze up,

I imagine I'm in Sherwood.

Right beside you.

I miss you, Rob.

I am always
and forever yours.

Marian.

The forest is vast, my Lord.

Parts uncharted.

They could be anywhere
from the Western Ridge

to Southwell.

Or the northern reaches
of Oxford.

We're but 50 men.

We'd need more to find them.

Many more.

Mm.

Give the Bishop a drink.

Why not bring men
from the garrisons at Warwick?

Or Leicester?

They'll want coin for that.

There's not enough
in the town's coffers.

Who will pay?

Still, we must deal with this.
The question is how.

There are plenty
of thieves and brigands

hiding in the forest,
what's a few more amongst them?

Besides, they'll perish
soon enough from lack of food.

The forest is
a godforsaken place.

Nothing survives there
for long.

Except the Saxons,
who seem built for its habitat.

Leave us.

One of Huntingdon's boys
was killed.

- I heard.
- I want you to...

preside over his funeral.

Priscilla will accompany you
to represent me.

I wish Huntingdon had
never come to me.

His greed is
the cause of this unrest.

Now the men say
the forest is haunted.

Haunted?

By some...

unholy spirit,

one that protects
the Saxon outlaws.

Pagan superstition was never
a match for Norman steel.

Or the war horse.
It trampled Saxon beliefs

when we conquered these shores.
It will do so again.

You forget one thing, Bishop.

The war horse is useless
in the forest.

No dog deserved that.

- Tell him to be quiet.
- He's hungry is all.

We all are.

We could get food
from the woodcutters.

- They'll help us.
- The Sheriff will have

thought of that.

You think there'll be
soldiers in the villages?

Be sure of it.

If we want to stay alive,
we stay in the forest.

The deer have moved
too close to Nottingham

for us to hunt.
We can't chance it.

And the rabbit alone
won't be enough.

Then what do we do?

There's plenty
to be had elsewhere.

We just need
the guts to take it.

- Where?
-The road to Hereford.

Yeah.

It's the biggest market
north of Oxford.

We want to eat,
that's where the food is.

Let's go then,
I'm hungry.

It'll be dark soon.
We'll leave in the morning.

Are you all right?

He was young,
only a bit older than me.

He would have killed Drew,

but you saved him.

Father.

Is it true?

One of Huntingdon's sons
was killed by Locksley?

Gerold said it was impossible
to see who it was.

Doesn't matter.
They're all guilty.

The Bishop said
we should forget about them.

Leave them
in the woods to die.

Since when did Saxons killing
Normans go unpunished?

Let alone forgotten?

The Bishop is a fool, Father.

They must be captured
and held to account.

If Saxons can wantonly
disregard our laws,

then what does it even mean
to be Norman?

They will be caught.

And they will pay.

Nottingham!

You need a firm hand
with that one.

Marian, focus on your work.

This is the palace.

I've been ruminating
on our problem.

- Yes?
- We will put up

a new reward for Locksley
and those he runs with.

A reward large enough
to bring in

200 men
who will hunt him down.

- We?
- Yes, we.

Half will come
from Nottingham's coffers.

The other half,
from the Abbey.

Oh, my Lord...

the Abbey doesn't have funds
for such an endeavor.

We barely have enough
to feed and clothe our flock.

Besides, the boy is nothing.

I know.

Yet he sets
a dangerous precedent.

Which we must deal with.

Rebellion can spread,

like a plague.

The crown expects us
to keep the peace, both of us.

If we can't, then no matter
my relation with Henry

or yours to Rome,
we become expendable.

Locksley is a burden
we both share.

Once they're caught,
the moneys will be repaid

- from taxes.
- My Lord.

There is another matter.

Priscilla.

- Priscilla.
- After Aronne's funeral,

I wish you to take her
to the convent.

Priscilla is bright,

more capable
than most men I know,

but... she is...

spirited.

Being third cousin to the King,
Henry her godfather,

she has a name to live up to.

The convent
is where she will best

be protected from herself,

before her eventual betrothal.

I understand.

He's on his way
to Hereford Market, no doubt.

And that way?

Leicester
and to Watling Street,

all the way
to London town.

- You've been to London?
- Many times.

I ain't never seen
nothing like it.

Folks there like ants.

I want a closer look.

Come on, Henry.

What's up with that one?

Her name is Ralph.

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

- Probably kept her safe.
- So she says.

The boy she killed...

he wasn't a bad person.

He was hunting us.

He would've killed
any of us gladly.

It's not on us.

This is the fault
of the Normans.

If we're bad men,
they made us so.

A supply wagon to the Abbey.

- They'll have food.
- Eh, we should leave them be.

They're men of God.

Not our God.

Stop!

No, no,
leave us, please!

Get away,
or I'll bash you.

Stop!

I'm not afraid of you.

You think I'm just
going to let you steal?

I think, for your sake,
you should.

Follow your friend.
I don't want to hurt you.

Enough!

Come on, fellow.
Back to the Abbey.

I can't go back.

- Henry.
- Huh?

Give me a hand.

- Let's get him on the cart.
- No, no, no--

I can't go back.

They'll whip me.

You seemed
to handle yourself fine here.

It won't be a fight.
It'll be a cell.

The Abbott is not
a kind man.

He'll perish out here.

Robbed... or beaten.

Well, he can't come with us.
He's a Norman.

Where else am I to go?

I am in this situation
because of you.

- Drew!
- Yeah?

Turn the cart around.

The horses will find
their way home.

Don't expect you'll stay long
with the likes of us.

Here.
Carry something.

After the funeral,
you will travel on with me

- to Hereford Abbey.
- Hereford Abbey?

You are to reside there
under my wardship

in the convent.

What do you mean?

It's what your father
has decided.

For the benefit
of your welfare

and eventual betrothal.

You mean my virtue.

Let us pray
a suitor can be found

who's amiable to the task.

- I won't go.
- Yes, you will.

Otherwise you will live
the rest of your life

in servitude,
and your virtue will be

nothing but a withered rose.

Now come, Priscilla.

Let us pay our respects
to Earl Huntingdon

for the loss of his son.

Why didn't you run off
with your friend?

Oh, I baked that bread.
Collected the honey.

We were hungry.

That doesn't mean
you're free to steal.

You're a Trappist.

You took a vow of silence.

Why would you choose
such a life?

My father wanted me
to be a priest.

He placed me
in the church as a boy.

But the Bishop sent me
to the Abbey to work.

Mm, like a slave, no doubt.

And you still dedicate
your life to Christ?

You should despise Him.

On the contrary,
Christ kept my faith.

He protected me all these years.

You should've said
I should despise the Bishop.

- Do you?
- He's a tyrant.

His faith only extends
to the gold

that lines his pockets
and all it buys him.

And why does your God
allow such behavior?

He doesn't allow it.

We do.

And you, what are you
hiding from out here?

I killed a man.

You'll surely pay for it.

Murder is a sin
in the eyes of the Lord.

My lord is Godda.

She is my protector.

Saxon gods will lead
to nothing but damnation

- and more violence.
- And Christ,

- I should put my faith in Him?
- If you wish to be saved, yes.

In a life devoted
to the Church,

you may find redemption.

What's your name?

Tuck.

Friar Tuck.

Amen.

The man you killed.

Who was he?

He was a Norman soldier.

A captain
of Nottingham's garrison.

He attacked you.

Like the men
who attacked us.

No, no.

I could've walked away.

I could've run.

But I didn't.

Do you wish you had?

I don't know, Ralph.

What would have it mattered?

The Normans are everywhere.

Where is there left to go?

Does the King ever leave France
to come to England?

Since I've been here,
only once.

And are the rumors true?

Did Eleanor lead
a revolt against Henry?

I don't know
the full truth.

But the King won't allow Eleanor
to leave England.

And her sons?

They say Richard will be
the next king.

And a great one,
I believe.

Richard is a true warrior.

What about the youngest?
Prince John?

Just once
Prince John was here.

He was quite pleasant
to look at.

A nobleman.

There was something
about him...

What?

Don't know, hard to say.

But if you stay around,

you'll be sure
to meet him one day.

If I whisper your name,

will you hear me?

Rob.

Marian. Come on.

Don't dilly.

How's the new one doing?

Honestly, I don't know
why she's here.

I don't think
she does either.

Not everyone adapts
to palace life quite so easily.

Is everything ready?

Yes, Your Highness.

The Earl Marshal's ship landed
at Dover last night.

When do we expect him?

He should arrive today...

unless he's robbed en route.

Earl of Pembroke robbed?

What would England
be coming to?

An island of peasants,
poachers, and...

too many forests.

Indeed, France it is not.

But we shall endure.

Celene, bring her to me.

Your Highness?

Marian.

Yes, Your Highness.

Hold up, Mary.
Look here.

A bit of rough and tumble.

Cart on its way to market,
pilfered, most like.

It went...

but they went that way.

Then best we go that way.

Let's have a look.

Might be some food
in it for us.

What do you want?

To pay my respects.

Well, pay your respects
at Aronne's grave.

He's the one who's dead.

I am sorry for your loss.

It is a tragedy
for one to die so young.

Especially at the hands
of Saxon cowards.

This is all Locksley's doing.

I had him.

But he slipped away
and took my boy's life.

It's my fault.

Why do you say that?

I should have made sure
young Locksley was killed

along with his father.
Never leave

the son of an enemy alive.
One will always pay for that.

But I'll find him.
And I'll kill him.

But not today.

Today...

I will grieve.

A man...

shouldn't have
to grieve alone.

I could stay
with you tonight.

If you wish.

But in the eyes
of the Church, it...

it may be considered improper.

I'll handle the Bishop.

Another Norman soul lost.

And those Saxon murderers
run free.

Where is she?
We should be on our way.

Priscilla has
offered to stay

to pack away
Aronne's belongings.

The Sheriff wants her taken
to the convent at Hereford.

Priscilla to the convent?

Bernard will see
she gets there tomorrow.

As you wish.

To Leicester.

Stop wasting time.

- I wanna get--
- Hold there.

I told you
we shouldn't've followed.

- We mean no harm.
- Who are you?

The name's Spragart.
That's Mary.

Thieves by profession.

Let him go.

Thought you were a poacher.

Well, I've got
many talents, ain't I?

You're Locksley,
I know you.

And I you.

I heard you killed a man.

We've all killed
plenty of folks.

Two more won't make
a difference.

Easy, boy.

We're all Saxons here.

We're hungry.

We haven't eaten in days.

You got any food?

We'll share our food,
but not our time.

Any trouble...

and this'll be
the last day you breathe.

That's Henry.
And Friar Tuck.

Right pretty bunch.
Fearsome, too.

No wonder the Sheriff put
a bounty on your head.

You in particular, Locksley,
made you worth a prince.

- Prince of Sherwood.
- You be thinking about it,

and this'll be
your reward.

We're hungry is all.

Put that down, you big lump.

I think
we found some kin, Mary.

Young Rob, in the hood.

We've got some things
in common, you and I.

I've nothing
in common with you.

Take food
and be on your way.

Mary and me can
help you steal more.

Hey.

I curse the Norman.

Spit on them
elitist whores.

They took everything from me.

Like they took your pa
and hung him straight.

We're the same,
you and me.

Saxon as the dirt
we was born on.

Now, what do you say?

We take their food.

And hurt them all we can.

If you want to hurt the Normans,
you don't steal their food.

You steal their money.

Come closer.

You're failing in your duties.

You apply yourself poorly,

and you don't know
a hard day's work.

How will you ever become
a lady in waiting?

Well? Am I wrong?

- No, Your Highness.
- I asked you before--

do you know
why you're here?

I was sent here
at my father's bequest.

I believe
the Sheriff arranged it.

At my burden, it would seem.

I will do better, then,
Your Highness. I promise.

If you'd only heard
all the promises I'd been made.

Once I was promised Spain.

Look at me.

What do you see?

Your Highness?

What do you see?
It's a simple question.

A queen.

The Queen of England.

Queen of France,
Duchess of Aquitaine.

Heiress to
the House of Portiers.

And a wife of King Henry II.

All of that,
and yet I cannot leave England.

I am detained, a captive.

Some even say
no better than a prisoner.

Sound familiar?

And yet...

from this palace,
I am informed.

I correspond.

I make allegiances.

I make decisions.

And I rule.

As women...

we are often put
in circumstances

not of our choosing.

But that doesn't mean
we don't have power

over the men
who put us there.

We only have
to recognize our power

and become skilled
at using it.

Sir William Marshal,
Earl of Pembroke, Your Highness.

In time...
I will teach you such power.

- Earl.
- My Queen.

- Hope you traveled safely.
- Indeed.

Mm.

Steal the reward money?

If you do, they won't have
enough money to pay the bounty.

- No bounty--
- No bounty hunters.

True, no reward,

others won't risk
their necks.

Less men hunting us.

One condition.

You let me stay
with you for now,

and my share will go
to the poor.

You agree to this,
or I won't help you.

Fine.

You do what you will with it.

The reward will be made up
of the King's taxes.

They're ferried
from Leicester to Nottingham.

They always stop
at Stafford's Mill

to rest the horses.
You can surprise them there.

We get caught,
they'll string us up.

Well, we're already
marked for that

so what's the difference?

And Mary's been hung already.

Rope weren't strong enough
to break her neck.

I'd say the King owes me.

Let's go to Stafford's Mill.

Tuck, how many men does
the Bishop travel with?

Uh...

two clerks
and two soldiers.

Are you sure?

Yes.

It's never been more.

No one's ever been fool enough
to rob the Bishop.

Till now.

If you shoot
one of the soldiers in the leg,

- the other will scare off.
- Not sure it'll be that easy.

What's it matter anyway?
They're Norman soldiers.

That doesn't make them evil.

They serve the same evil.

Their kind murdered my father.

Whatever befalls them,
they've brought onto themselves.

And what would your father
to such reasoning?

He would say,
"Listen to your mother,"

who would say,
"You sound like a fool, Rob."

And what your Godda say?

She'd say kill them all.

Ha!

-New one?
-From Nottingham.

The Sheriff's daughter,
Priscilla?

- I'm not that foolish.
- I hear the Sheriff's daughter

is quite spirited.

Just your type then.

No, this one's
the Earl of Huntingdon's girl.

Huntingdon.

Blunt axe,
good in battle.

- Where is he now?
- A sheep farmer, I believe.

Which I'm certain
doesn't suit his temperament.

Let's hope not.
Restless men are useful.

So, you're grooming a new spy.

Can a queen have too many?

Tell me about my husband.
How is he?

Oh, I thought you'd ask me
about the King's mistress first.

I'm more interested
in his health.

Or rather any indication
it might be failing.

Blueberry?
There was a mess back there.

Thank you.

These are good.

The flower.
Reminds you of someone?

Uh, yes, um...

daughter of a Norman lord.

You killed a Norman captain

and slept with
another Norman's daughter?

No, I didn't sleep with her.

Where is she now?

Uh-- London.

Is she coming back?

I don't know.

If she doesn't...

just means there's someone
out there better for you, Rob.

This is everything,
Your Eminence.

You two.

Have extra men accompany us,

and see that the carriage is
ready in the morning to leave.

How do we know they'll come?

Because tomorrow is
the last day of the month.

They always collect the taxes
on the last day.

Don't you know
that's tomorrow?

He's a monk.

Monks use the Julian calendar
to count the days.

It's named after Julius Caesar.

You're schooled.

By my mother's hand.

Our Rob's a proper nobleman.

And what if they don't
stop to rest?

No, we'll make sure they stop.

We'll put a log
across the river.

- It will float away.
- Not a rotten one.

Hollow and weighed down
with rocks.

Like catching eels.

Cunning.

So...

is it true?

Just tell me.

Yes, it's true.

Leicester would support
the Queen's rebellion.

York too, I suspect.

The problem is Nottingham.

Of course,
the Sheriff will always side

with the King.

They're blood...

That's why Eleanor is
grooming a new spy.

Plucked straight
from Nottingham.

She's a maid.

Makes her
all the more fun.

Well, that was a lot of fun.

I must say, you two ladies
certainly have a lot of energy.

Ladies.

Marian!

What are you doing out here?

Enjoying the stars.

Well...

there certainly are
more interesting things

to enjoy than stargazing.

Really?

Like raiding
the Queen's cellar

and chasing her servants?

Let me guess.

You miss the forest.

Not everyone loves
palaces and grand halls

as much as you, Will.

Well, it doesn't matter
that I love them.

It matters that I'm in them.

Nottingham was
a fine place to begin life.

But I suppose...

you and I...

we weren't meant to stay.

Yet my heart remains
in Sherwood.

I told you,

you would do well
to forget Rob.

For your own sake.

That's the problem with love.

You stop doing things
for your own sake.

You sound quite...

tragic, Marian.

Are you sure I can't help
provide you a little remedy?

Good night, Will.

Good night, Marian.

What were you praying for?

That our actions may
bring about some good.

But I'm not sure
God will hear me.

Perhaps I must accept
what we're about to do.

- Make peace with it.
- Peace?

I saw my father try
to live in peace.

And the Normans hanged him.

How is peace possible?

Christ shows us how.

He teaches us
to love our enemy.

Do good to those
who hate us.

You know your Bible.

Eh, it's not my Bible.

It's the book of my enemy.

I am not your enemy.

Why did they hang
your father?

They say he killed a man,
but he didn't.

He couldn't have.

- And you blame the Sheriff?
- Who else?

And I'll have my revenge.

And that'll make you happy?

It'll make things right.

Lex talionis,
"Eye for an eye."

Also your Bible.

And still
that same book says,

"'Do not repay evil with evil.

Vengeance is mine,'
says the Lord."

Revenge will bring no good.

You've already spilled blood.

Do you feel better?

It would be the same
with the Sheriff.

You could kill him
a thousand times over,

it would never fill
the hole in your heart.

Vengeance will not heal you.

You were to be
at the convent by now.

Did you think
I would simply comply?

Yes!

Well, think again, Father.

You defy me?

Don't turn your back on me,
how dare you.

How dare you.

I am your father.

And I am your daughter.

Yet you send me off
with that gluttonous snake

and decide my future
without so much as a word to me.

For your own good.
For your protection.

Besides, it is my right...

to decide your future.

By the laws of this land,

by the hand
of the King himself.

You're right.

Now... I turn my back
on you, Father.

Sire.

- Drop the knife!
- Drop it!

- No, Milange!
- Get him!

Milange, stop.

Sire, I-- I'm sorry.

Here they come.

- Two? You said--
- There's always two.

Always has been.

That's half a dozen
with the driver,

- that's--
- That's too many.

They won't scare off!

They can't see
all the soldiers.

Please let them pass.
Please let them pass.

Oh, sweet mercy.

No!

Where'd they all come from?!

It's too many!

Aah!

Aah!

Henry!

Henry!

Aagh!

Let me see, let me see.
Move, move, move.

I need to see it.

- You're gonna be okay.
-Henry!

You're gonna be okay.
We just need to seal the wound.

The whole Church--
you disgrace us all!

I pity you.

- He don't deserve no pity.
- Please.

- Have mercy.
- You can beg to Mary.

Her dead body will be
the last thing you see.

Enough!

Let him go.

You killed soldiers.
King's men.

You're damned.
All of you damned!

Damned by who, Bishop?

- Who are you?
- He's "Rob in the Hood."

Prince of Sherwood, no less.

I swear by God Almighty,

you and your ragged bunch
will be brought to justice.

No.

It's you, Bishop,
who will be brought to justice.

But today, run.

Go and tell the Sheriff

I claim his reward.

Run before I kill you.

No... no, no...

How much is it?

A king's ransom.

It's His Eminence!

They stole the reward money.

All of it.

What happened?

Tell me.

- A terror.
- Who did this?

In the forest.

A heinous devil.

Devil?

By what name?

Answer me.

What name?

By the name of Robin Hood.